Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49 In His Arms

Chapter 49 In His Arms

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Every nickname Merrick had thrown out was more over-the-top than the last. Could she just opt out of all of them?

“Merrick.”

Gillian thought it over and picked the most palatable option.

Anyway, it was just a name. Worried he’d keep pressing her, Gillian scrambled into the back seat to use the moment to change clothes.

The windows were one-way, but there was no divider between the front and back of the cabin.

She lifted a hand, and a streamer of golden psionic power drifted out and shimmered between the seats like a translucent curtain.

The motion in the back caught Merrick’s attention, and in the rearview mirror, he could just make out the soft outline of her silhouette behind the gold veil.

His foot eased off the accelerator a touch.

Gillian’s psionic power density had to be hitting level 3 by now.

His Gillian was growing into her abilities fast. Every moment with her brought another surprise.

The grip-buggy moved quickly, and in a matter of minutes it had pulled up in front of Gillian’s small detached house.

She finished changing and climbed back into the passenger seat.

“You seem to know the way here pretty well.”

“Gillian, you registered the place under my name. How would I not know where it is?”

Fair enough. That made sense.

A soft click sounded as the buggy slowed in front of the property.

Gillian could see the security shield was up, and she started to step out to verify her identity, but the system pinged green on its own and the buggy rolled forward into the yard.

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Chapter 49 In His Arms

She blinked, confused.

How had the buggy gotten clearance just like that?

Did the security shield around the place automatically let legion vehicles through?

A small worry began to take shape about how safe this place actually was.

The moment the buggy parked in the courtyard, Merrick leaned across her.

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Gillian assumed he was reaching to unbuckle her, so she beat him to it and snapped the seatbelt loose herself.

“What are you… mmh.”

Out of nowhere, a hot, wet kiss came down over her like a wave.

Merrick pinned her against the seat without warning and stole every breath of air from her lungs.

Gillian’s palm flickered open, and a ribbon of gold psionic power shot toward Merrick to bind him.

He felt it coming, locked his fingers through hers, and pressed her hand flat against his chest.

A muffled protest broke from her lips.

His kiss only grew more relentless, and Gillian had no room left to fight back.

Was Merrick out of his mind?

Somewhere in the struggle her psionic power had nicked the skin of his palm, and a slick wetness rose between their joined hands.

A small vibration from her wrist terminal made her breathing hitch.

It had to be her grandmother messaging to ask why they weren’t at the table yet.

Merrick’s wrist terminal stayed silent.

Terrified her grandmother might come outside looking for her, Gillian bit down hard on Merrick.

He showed no sign of letting her go.

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Tasting blood, Merrick pulled her deeper under instead, like a man who’d rather drown them both than let go.

He was insane. Merrick was actually insane!

Pleasure and resistance pressed down on her at once, and she could barely catch her breath.

Only when he felt her stop fighting did Merrick finally release her, his eyes warm and unmistakably hungry.

“Gillian, you don’t like that?”

“Are you actually insane?”

Her voice came out with a roughness she couldn’t quite hide. He’d really gone too far.

“I asked if you liked it.”

Gillian fought to steady her pulse. Maybe she hadn’t hated that kiss, but that didn’t mean she was about to let him take whatever he wanted from her.

“I’d say you’ve completely lost it!”

“Yeah, I’ve lost it. Lost it over you.”

A restrained hunger sat in Merrick’s expression, and his rough thumb brushed against her lower lip.

A streak of bright blood marked her swollen lip, somehow only making the picture more striking.

The faint metallic sweetness in the tight cabin slowly turned the air warmer.

Her wide eyes shimmered with unshed moisture, and even her glare carried a thread of unintended heat.

Gillian was somehow even harder to resist like this. What was he supposed to do?

“Let go. Grandma’s going to come looking for us any second.”

The breathy quality in her own voice sent a flood of heat to her cheeks. This was beyond enough. She was about to lose it completely.

“No, she’s not. They’re keeping watch.”

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